Back To The Riviera

Out the Credit Suisse branch in my Low Life shirt
But everybody in the branch knows Brando works
I hit the boulevard whistling my favourite tune
Still buzzin' off Martinis at noon with Keith Moon
We were sitting in the Café Deluxe
And I'm paying in cash cos I'm Mr Flux
Heads nod like back in the days when I rocked
Plus a lot of shit sucked so I filled my cup
Now I done the bank gotta pick up my tux
Steve McQueen type smooth with a touch of rough
No tie, no need cos I joined the club
Plus they know my face, luckily I'm kinda hard to place
They might have seen me in a chase
From the marina to the dock doing the Riviera hustle
Might have seen me counting cards in the casino
Or on that big yacht doing a deal with Al Pacino
I kept a low profile, there was the case of Mr Ripley and a few lost files
2 years in the woods now I'm back on the hush
These ex-pats don't know me I'm out to get flush

From dope dealing to the rich round town
On the hustle at the seafront, buying a round
For Peter Sellers and my Swiss bank-teller Gerard
Who brought the cash in a bag I can't be dealing with cards
What a bitch I was living it large
Had a whole clique of chefs I was selling 'em cars
Had Franco on the list for a brand new Rolls
But scammed deposit money off of his wife and she told
My escapades are done, I got respectable neighbours and a place in the Sun
I got whitewashed walls and some low-key stock
Still get the itch for it cos the hustle don't stop
Some low-key investments, music back-catalogue
Vintage car catalogue, horse that I back a lot, a classic Picasso
My accountant's hiding out in Burkina Faso but he keeps me afloat
Had an image rework, nearly changed my name
Paid a gendarme off and let him take the blame
Michael Caine passed by - I got a wife to match
Dirty rotten and we're sketching out plans from scratch!